Got a feeling I've been here beforeWatching as you cross the killing floorYou know you'll have to pay it allYou'll pay today or pay tomorrowYou fasten up your beaded gownThen you try to tie me downDo you work it out one by one Or played in combinationYou throw out your gold teethDo you see how they rollI have seen your iron and your brassCan't you see it shine behind the glassYour fortune is your roving eyeYour mouth and legsYour gift for the runaroundTorture is the main attractionI don't need that kind of actionYou don't have to dance for meI've seen your dance beforeDo you throw out your gold teethDo you see how they roll

Tobacco they grow in PekingIn the Year of the LocustYou'll see a sad thingEven Cathy Berberian knowsThere's one roulade she can't singDumb luck my friendWon't suck me in this time

Got a feeling I've been here beforeWon't you let me help you find the doorAll you got to do is useYour silver shoesA gift for the runaroundUse your knack darlin'Take one step back darlin'There ain't nothing in ChicagoFor a monkey woman to doDo you throw out your gold teethDo you see how they roll